Nymph's;
Title. Nymph's
Author. Zee
Pairing. Ginny/Tonks
Rating. PG
Word Count. ~1.460
Summary. Nymph.
Warnings. Italics, promises being made to children, childish dialogs (kind of) and silliness? The end is kind of... crack-ish.
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that shenanigans.
Author Notes. This is stupid. And silly. And it amused me to no end that I was able to write it. Also it made me, and someone so very dear to me, laugh. That's got to count for something.
The first time Ginny saw a Nymph, she thought she might have been dreaming. Half hiding behind her mum, she looked - absolutely mesmerized - to the smiling girl, her big blue eyes, her spiky baby pink hair, her colourful clothes and the big boots. She wasn’t nothing like the Nymphs Ginny’s best friend Luna Lovegood had told her about.
“Oi, Shrimp, come here and say h’lo,” Charlie said while stretching his neck so he could see the girl hiding, “I promise you she just looks weird, she’s -”
TWACK.
Ginny closed her eyes at the sound of the two slaps, her mum’s and the Nymph’s; Charlie swore and yet another TWACK, now only their mum’s, echoed again. When she looked again, still hiding half of her face, she spent little time watching Charlie’s display of pain, her eyes being drawn straight to the Nymph beside him.
“It’s okay, Mrs.Weasley, really.” The Nymph’s cheeks were as red as their family hair while she talked to Ginny’s mum, “He does that all the time, really. I just didn’t want him to scare her, that’s all.”
Ginny couldn’t see her mum’s face from where she was hiding, but she was pretty sure she knew the look Molly was giving him - probably the same one she gave the twins when they tried to make the gnomes bump each other in the garden instead of degnoming it. She could be the younger of them, but that did not mean she was the less smart one (and secretly she thought that Ron might be it).
“H’lo.”
Ginny widened her eyes, and she was pretty sure that if those long arms hadn’t secured her, she would have fallen to the floor from the shock of those blue eyes appearing in front of her like that.
“You’re Ginny, right?” The little red haired nodded, absolutely mute from her proximity with the Nymph, “I’m Nymphadora Tonks. Jus’ Tonks, really.”
“Nymph.” Ginny managed to say, and the smile the girl gave her was so beautiful the little red head could swear summer was early that year.
---
Ginny smiled to herself, her memory of the first time she met Nymphadora Tonks playing in her head like a movie. She remembered things just fine; herself, too freckly and too shy, and Tonks, (beautiful) with her colourful hair and clothes and her big boots - the red head couldn’t think how anyone would not be attracted to the woman, really.
She looked at the clothes she had chosen to wear - some jeans and a t-shirt, or the t-shirt, like she usually thought. It was Nymphadora’s first Weird Sisters t-shirt, the same she had given Ginny the second time she spent the summer at the Burrow (the last time Ginny had seen her, until the war).
---
“Your mom never taught that staring isn’t polite?” Tonks said while putting her t-shirt on, her back to Ginny.
“But you’re pretty.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“But I like you.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Nymph!”
“Jus’ kidding, jus’ kidding!” Tonks says, ruffling with the red hair on Ginny’s head.
“I’m not, you know.” Ginny says, crossing her arms, “I really, really like you.” She doesn’t ask what Nymph’s looking for when the older girl turns to her bags and start mumbling about her own lack of organization.
“Ha!” Ginny looks at the t-shirt on Nymph’s hands and instantly recognizes it, the Weird Sisters t-shirt she had gotten for Christmas, “Here, I want you to have this.”
“Wha?” Ginny says, as baffled as a nine-year-old can be, “But, but it’s yours!”
“And I would like you to have it.” She says matter-of-factly.
“But Nymph -”
“You said you like me, right?” Ginny nodded, “Right. So if that is still true when this t-shirt fits you, and I mean exactly your size, if that is still true by the time it happens... we’ll talk.”
Of course the pink haired girl had no idea for who she was promising things to. Ginny Weasley was not compared to her older brothers (minus Ron) for nothing, after all.
---
She looked herself in the mirror nervously. It had been years, eleven years to be exact. It was more likely that Tonks didn’t even remember what she had said. She was probably with someone already (because there was no way a woman like that would be alone for long, it just wasn’t possible).
She held the hem of the t-shirt, pushing it down a little; she looked like a freaking teenager. Hell, she felt like a freaking teenager - even though she knew she shouldn’t have such high expectations about it. And anyway, Tonks had said talk, right? She hasn’t said kiss, nor make out, nor have sex. Talk.
She took a deep breath. If she kept watching herself and thinking she would never leave. So she left the flat, locked the door, and was gone with a loud pop.
The red head could hear the loud music from where she was behind the door, so she had to knock with doubled effort - no need to say it had the same effect as not knocking at all. So... she tried the door handle. The door gave in and opened like Ginny belonged to the place. Oh, Nymph, she thought to herself, you’re a bloody Auror, when will you learn?
Following the music, she soon found herself in the living room - looking at a Nymphadora in a stage three of undress (which means panties and a t-shirt) dancing alone, with her eyes closed. Ginny took a deep breath, the view being way more beautiful than she could have ever imagined, and walked to the magical radio, pushing the stop button.
“Ginny.” She heard Tonks say in a breath, her respiration uneven because of the dancing.
“Nymph.” Ginny met the woman’s eyes, her smile getting bigger when she noticed the Auror was blushing (most likely because of the stage three of undress).
“I...”
“Should learn to lock the door.” The red head smirked, “You’re an Auror, you know? Constant Vigilance!” Tonks smiled then, and Ginny felt her own nervousness vanish a little.
“How’d I know I’d need it now?” The purple haired woman said, “It’s not like someone will come searching for me and actually try to open the door. Not in the normal way.”
“I did.” Ginny half whispered, her legs starting to move towards the other woman slowly.
“You’re different.” Tonks smiled, her hands pulling the hem of her own t-shirt uncomfortably.
“Am I?” Ginny stopped just in front of the woman, “Tonks, I...”
“Gin.” The red head raised her eyebrows, “I think I should put some pants on.”
“Oh. I don’t mind.” Ginny smirked, “I mean, it isn’t like you never changed in front of me, right?”
“Right. When you were nine.” The woman laughed.
“Oh, so you do remember that?” Ginny’s smirked turned to a grin, “You see, the t-shirt fits me perfectly now.”
“T-shirt?” And Ginny gave a step back at the question, showing Tonks her clothes, “Merlin’s pants. You kept it.”
“You did promise we could talk when it fitted me.”
“I know, but I didn’t...” Tonks gave a step back, and Ginny felt her heart clench just a little, “Ginny, this is... wrong. It’s wrong. I’m - I’m old, for Merlin’s pants.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
“But I still like you, Nymphadora.” Ginny knew this would make the other woman look at her.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not. You were nine.”
“And now I’m twenty. And you’re not old.” Ginny walked closer to Tonks again, holding her hand softly, “We have fought in the war. We survived the war. Why would I be scared of this? Why would you?”
“It’s not that simple, Gin...”
“Things are just as complicated as you make them.” Ginny pulled Tonks’ hand, slipping one arm around the woman’s waist, “It’s simple.”
“Gin.”
“Nymph.” Ginny smiled, touching her own forehead to Tonks’.
Tonks took a deep breath.
---
“Oi, Shrimp, we’re here!” Charlie motioned one arm to the table they were all sitting.
Ginny answered with an arm motion of her own, the other hand occupied with soon became a woman. They walked together, their fingers entwined, trying to get to the table by the end of the almost-too-crowded pub. When they finally got to the table, Charlie was already getting up to hug his little sister and a little line started forming behind him.
“Happy Birthday, Beast!” Ginny said as soon as her arms were around her brother’s neck, his strong arms squeezing her as much as she was squeezing him. “Here, uh -”
“My birthday gift?” Charlie grinned, “Honestly, Shrimp, there was no need to - Tonks?”
“Wotcher, Beast.”
Ginny grinned. Her (promised) gift.
Author. Zee
Pairing. Ginny/Tonks
Rating. PG
Word Count. ~1.460
Summary. Nymph.
Warnings. Italics, promises being made to children, childish dialogs (kind of) and silliness? The end is kind of... crack-ish.
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that shenanigans.
Author Notes. This is stupid. And silly. And it amused me to no end that I was able to write it. Also it made me, and someone so very dear to me, laugh. That's got to count for something.
The first time Ginny saw a Nymph, she thought she might have been dreaming. Half hiding behind her mum, she looked - absolutely mesmerized - to the smiling girl, her big blue eyes, her spiky baby pink hair, her colourful clothes and the big boots. She wasn’t nothing like the Nymphs Ginny’s best friend Luna Lovegood had told her about.
“Oi, Shrimp, come here and say h’lo,” Charlie said while stretching his neck so he could see the girl hiding, “I promise you she just looks weird, she’s -”
TWACK.
Ginny closed her eyes at the sound of the two slaps, her mum’s and the Nymph’s; Charlie swore and yet another TWACK, now only their mum’s, echoed again. When she looked again, still hiding half of her face, she spent little time watching Charlie’s display of pain, her eyes being drawn straight to the Nymph beside him.
“It’s okay, Mrs.Weasley, really.” The Nymph’s cheeks were as red as their family hair while she talked to Ginny’s mum, “He does that all the time, really. I just didn’t want him to scare her, that’s all.”
Ginny couldn’t see her mum’s face from where she was hiding, but she was pretty sure she knew the look Molly was giving him - probably the same one she gave the twins when they tried to make the gnomes bump each other in the garden instead of degnoming it. She could be the younger of them, but that did not mean she was the less smart one (and secretly she thought that Ron might be it).
“H’lo.”
Ginny widened her eyes, and she was pretty sure that if those long arms hadn’t secured her, she would have fallen to the floor from the shock of those blue eyes appearing in front of her like that.
“You’re Ginny, right?” The little red haired nodded, absolutely mute from her proximity with the Nymph, “I’m Nymphadora Tonks. Jus’ Tonks, really.”
“Nymph.” Ginny managed to say, and the smile the girl gave her was so beautiful the little red head could swear summer was early that year.
---
Ginny smiled to herself, her memory of the first time she met Nymphadora Tonks playing in her head like a movie. She remembered things just fine; herself, too freckly and too shy, and Tonks, (beautiful) with her colourful hair and clothes and her big boots - the red head couldn’t think how anyone would not be attracted to the woman, really.
She looked at the clothes she had chosen to wear - some jeans and a t-shirt, or the t-shirt, like she usually thought. It was Nymphadora’s first Weird Sisters t-shirt, the same she had given Ginny the second time she spent the summer at the Burrow (the last time Ginny had seen her, until the war).
---
“Your mom never taught that staring isn’t polite?” Tonks said while putting her t-shirt on, her back to Ginny.
“But you’re pretty.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“But I like you.”
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
“Nymph!”
“Jus’ kidding, jus’ kidding!” Tonks says, ruffling with the red hair on Ginny’s head.
“I’m not, you know.” Ginny says, crossing her arms, “I really, really like you.” She doesn’t ask what Nymph’s looking for when the older girl turns to her bags and start mumbling about her own lack of organization.
“Ha!” Ginny looks at the t-shirt on Nymph’s hands and instantly recognizes it, the Weird Sisters t-shirt she had gotten for Christmas, “Here, I want you to have this.”
“Wha?” Ginny says, as baffled as a nine-year-old can be, “But, but it’s yours!”
“And I would like you to have it.” She says matter-of-factly.
“But Nymph -”
“You said you like me, right?” Ginny nodded, “Right. So if that is still true when this t-shirt fits you, and I mean exactly your size, if that is still true by the time it happens... we’ll talk.”
Of course the pink haired girl had no idea for who she was promising things to. Ginny Weasley was not compared to her older brothers (minus Ron) for nothing, after all.
---
She looked herself in the mirror nervously. It had been years, eleven years to be exact. It was more likely that Tonks didn’t even remember what she had said. She was probably with someone already (because there was no way a woman like that would be alone for long, it just wasn’t possible).
She held the hem of the t-shirt, pushing it down a little; she looked like a freaking teenager. Hell, she felt like a freaking teenager - even though she knew she shouldn’t have such high expectations about it. And anyway, Tonks had said talk, right? She hasn’t said kiss, nor make out, nor have sex. Talk.
She took a deep breath. If she kept watching herself and thinking she would never leave. So she left the flat, locked the door, and was gone with a loud pop.
The red head could hear the loud music from where she was behind the door, so she had to knock with doubled effort - no need to say it had the same effect as not knocking at all. So... she tried the door handle. The door gave in and opened like Ginny belonged to the place. Oh, Nymph, she thought to herself, you’re a bloody Auror, when will you learn?
Following the music, she soon found herself in the living room - looking at a Nymphadora in a stage three of undress (which means panties and a t-shirt) dancing alone, with her eyes closed. Ginny took a deep breath, the view being way more beautiful than she could have ever imagined, and walked to the magical radio, pushing the stop button.
“Ginny.” She heard Tonks say in a breath, her respiration uneven because of the dancing.
“Nymph.” Ginny met the woman’s eyes, her smile getting bigger when she noticed the Auror was blushing (most likely because of the stage three of undress).
“I...”
“Should learn to lock the door.” The red head smirked, “You’re an Auror, you know? Constant Vigilance!” Tonks smiled then, and Ginny felt her own nervousness vanish a little.
“How’d I know I’d need it now?” The purple haired woman said, “It’s not like someone will come searching for me and actually try to open the door. Not in the normal way.”
“I did.” Ginny half whispered, her legs starting to move towards the other woman slowly.
“You’re different.” Tonks smiled, her hands pulling the hem of her own t-shirt uncomfortably.
“Am I?” Ginny stopped just in front of the woman, “Tonks, I...”
“Gin.” The red head raised her eyebrows, “I think I should put some pants on.”
“Oh. I don’t mind.” Ginny smirked, “I mean, it isn’t like you never changed in front of me, right?”
“Right. When you were nine.” The woman laughed.
“Oh, so you do remember that?” Ginny’s smirked turned to a grin, “You see, the t-shirt fits me perfectly now.”
“T-shirt?” And Ginny gave a step back at the question, showing Tonks her clothes, “Merlin’s pants. You kept it.”
“You did promise we could talk when it fitted me.”
“I know, but I didn’t...” Tonks gave a step back, and Ginny felt her heart clench just a little, “Ginny, this is... wrong. It’s wrong. I’m - I’m old, for Merlin’s pants.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
“Are not.”
“Am too.”
“But I still like you, Nymphadora.” Ginny knew this would make the other woman look at her.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not. You were nine.”
“And now I’m twenty. And you’re not old.” Ginny walked closer to Tonks again, holding her hand softly, “We have fought in the war. We survived the war. Why would I be scared of this? Why would you?”
“It’s not that simple, Gin...”
“Things are just as complicated as you make them.” Ginny pulled Tonks’ hand, slipping one arm around the woman’s waist, “It’s simple.”
“Gin.”
“Nymph.” Ginny smiled, touching her own forehead to Tonks’.
Tonks took a deep breath.
---
“Oi, Shrimp, we’re here!” Charlie motioned one arm to the table they were all sitting.
Ginny answered with an arm motion of her own, the other hand occupied with soon became a woman. They walked together, their fingers entwined, trying to get to the table by the end of the almost-too-crowded pub. When they finally got to the table, Charlie was already getting up to hug his little sister and a little line started forming behind him.
“Happy Birthday, Beast!” Ginny said as soon as her arms were around her brother’s neck, his strong arms squeezing her as much as she was squeezing him. “Here, uh -”
“My birthday gift?” Charlie grinned, “Honestly, Shrimp, there was no need to - Tonks?”
“Wotcher, Beast.”
Ginny grinned. Her (promised) gift.